You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

That would be in my car, WP.

Having said that, the price of petrol at the pumps is increasing by the day. So what to do?

But it’s the total freedom aspect that compels me to say my own wheels. Especially with old boy Patch to think about.

Cyclists, especially the skinny ones wearing lycre, are one of ( and there are a few) his bugbears. A nice old chap happily pedalling along the country lane? No problem. Lycre-incoming is a bit of an issue.

As are buses. He has actually got close enough to a stationary single decker once that found him gnawing at the front bumper ( much like he does with the hoover). Oops.

By rail wouldn’t work, either. He would hate it. I have had more than my fair share of train journeys to be fair, and I enjoyed most of them. But that was then.

We wouldn’t fly, obvs. Although I can clearly remember like it was yesterday, I was on a plane coming back from India with two street dogs ( Tony & Joe) in the hold. 21 years ago, wow.

Where did that time go?